I am a lonely black tree, surrounded by the sea

My bookstore is called Qiao-wen/Feng Guo-guo don’t get horseshoes, sandstorms don’t snow silver, pawn, sell to the wild flowers, to the jade xiangxiang Sun slowly moved over the cover, the wind slowly blew open the title page as moonlight sneaked in, whispering as the birds stay on the windowsill,Let it fly in pacing the girl…